On a day that was
fraught
with anxiety and anger,
I sailed on
to the
other side.
The two pens that
blew up in my hand
foreshadowed the
prolific writing
streak to come.
Six poems today,
a personal best.
Bukowski would be
proud.
He might even
wonder
How I did it without
whores
booze and
cigarettes.
It was easy.
I had bluebirds for
lunch, and listened
to Vivaldi.
I Just let the telephone
ring
ring
ring.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
What fabulous scenes 🌹 love the ending how very poetic, a true master.
Thank you so much.
Taking advantage of the times when it just flows is such a freeing feeling.
Good write!
Yes, it is. Thank you so much.
Prolific writing , and without the accoutrements.
Humor aside, you and a few others , are to be admired for the ability to win the fight most often. Offering quality out put that leaves me in the dust I when I speak to you it’s with the respect of one that knows he speaks to one w talent more grand than he. Props.
Much appreciated my friend.
Great words Thomas and it is amazing where they come form sometimes.
Andy
Thank you, so much.
Very nice it speaks to those few days where poems just roll out.
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